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Deal with the Devil. Content Warning.
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. "So it begins," Alastair said, laying his top hat on the hallway table of his palatial home. He had just come from a wonderful luncheon and was full of the rewards of a comfortable life.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
A final Embrace . Content Warning.
Who knows how many souls are resting in these silent walls? The hustle and bustle and noise here do not disturb them. Countless weak and sick people come here, hoping that they will return from here completely healthy. Because this place is dedicated to their well-being. However, it's not necessary for changes and circumstances to be always in our favor." So some people remain confined to these walls, those rooms, those corridors, or those instruments and vials of medicines. Only their weak and suffering bodies can escape from this place that they hate. When she set out for that cruel place, she brought with her the heaviest burden of life. "Though Steve could take care of himself, the doctor said that if he survived for more than twenty-four hours "it would be a miracle, an extraordinary event perhaps!" So she went there to take care of him. He needed her in the last phase of his life, so she went there to be with him. "He is a 70-year-old man whose lungs are gripped by deadly cancer. Which is continuously shortening the line of his life. And now he is just waiting for death in his last moments. All the hair on his head has fallen off, his eyes are weak and sunken. His skin has turned yellow. He is lying peacefully on his bed. And he is making a strange effort to keep a fake smile on his face. Maybe! This is the only process by which he can entertain himself. " Steve put his head on her lap; he was just listening to the beating of her heart, ignoring all the hustle and bustle outside. They both sat there for hours but there was no conversation between them. After some time Steve's body went limp. His body was now lifeless. Yes, he was dead. With her trembling hands, she separated him from herself and laid him on the bed. She stroked his face for the last time to close his eyes. So that he could sleep comfortably in a deep sleep. His soul could become a part of those souls present here without getting disturbed. Because it feels like he's been lying in bed for years. "Now he should get some exercise and play. And find new friends for himself." There was no emotion on her face, because she was already aware of this impending death. She was not sad at all, she herself wanted Steve to be free from that pain forever. However, she did feel a little sad about losing her youngest and last son. Still, not a single tear fell from her lifeless eyes. She walked back with the help of her bent back and stick, with a painful but sweet smile on her wrinkled face.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Fiction
Inayat- The Light of Hope
The Light of Hope To be the muse or to be the one who beholds the musings, To laugh in adversities or to be the one who stands tall beyond the mockings.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Fiction
Love Express: A Journey Through the Unspoken Moments
It was one of those rainy evenings when the world seemed to move a little slower. The train station bustled with life as people rushed to catch their trains, their umbrellas dripping and shoes splashing in puddles. Among the crowd stood two strangers on opposite platforms. They had never met, never exchanged a word, yet something was about to change.
By William Henry2 years ago in Fiction
Fading Echoes
In the soft glow of the evening, Mia sat across from Jack at their favorite café. The air between them felt different—heavy, yet fragile. They’d shared countless moments here, but tonight was the last. "I think we’ve changed," Mia said, her voice barely above a whisper. Jack nodded, the words neither of them wanted to say lingering in the silence. “It’s not the same, is it?” he replied, his eyes searching hers for an answer they both already knew. They talked about the good times, the laughs, and the dreams they once shared. But in the end, they both realized that love, like time, sometimes drifts apart. No fight, no grand farewell—just two hearts quietly understanding they were no longer beating in sync. With a final, soft smile, they stood up, walked out of the café, and let go of each other’s hands. Their story, now just a memory.
By Suganya S2 years ago in Fiction
LOML
The wedding had been called off just moments ago. I couldn't even find myself looking at you... at the way you glossed your eyes over while talking amongst all your family and close friends; almost as if you've expected them to believe I'd just broken your heart while calling off the biggest day of my young life.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreet2 years ago in Fiction
The library of memories. AI-Generated.
There was a little girl around the age of 12. She was fond of reading, and her creativity was often praised by others. Being an introvert, she liked staying alone. One day, on her way home from school, she noticed a different shop—one she realized had never been there before. As she approached it, she saw that it was a library, with the wind softly blowing. It suddenly started raining before her hand could reach the door handle, and she became half-wet. Slowly, she opened the door and entered the library.
By Zainab Bula2 years ago in Fiction
Jesus in the Sci-Fi World
In the year 3057, humanity colonized countless planets, and artificial intelligence governed societies with flawless efficiency. Earth was no longer the center of civilization; instead, it was a forgotten relic, a museum planet where ancient artifacts lay buried beneath layers of time.
By PETER J2 years ago in Fiction
Good Bye Mum.
I was just a naive 8 year Old, bursting with excitement and dreams, when my world was shattered. I had rushed home from school, eager to share the thrilling news with my mom. I had been chosen to skip a grade and take the Common Entrance exams! But as I searched the empty house, my heart sank. Where was she?
By Nneka Benedith2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Reborn"
Lina stood by the window, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped below the mountains, casting a warm, golden glow across the landscape. The sky, streaked with hues of orange and pink, mirrored the emotions swirling within her heart. She had always loved this time of day—the transition from day to night, a moment of calm before darkness settled in. But tonight, the beauty of the sunset felt bittersweet, a reminder of the passage of time and the memories that lingered like shadows.
By afana2 years ago in Fiction
Excerpt of The Difference of Love
A story of conquering the struggles of health-- physical and mental-- and conquering it together. Coming soon. Please enjoy this light excerpt of what is to come.
By Ava D. 2 years ago in Fiction
The Old Soldier. Top Story - September 2024.
Sheena headed to the archives to research a discovery she'd made while constructing her family tree. An ancestor; a soldier. Accolades for bravery given but he'd mysteriously disappeared with no record of him anywhere.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction